214. Footsteps at three o'clock in the morning

The students spent the first two days in this town touring the scenery, and this town is indeed infinitely beautiful.

Everyone is ready to write a paper on landscapes.

Until five o'clock in the morning on July 14.

After washing, everyone gathered for breakfast.

Wu Jing poked Hua Yin beside her, and said quietly, "Did you hear the voice?" At the sound of footsteps at three o'clock in the morning, a large group of residents of the town gathered together and walked to a place ......"

This made another person hear it in his ears, and quickly gossiped, "What, what are you doing around three o'clock in the morning, the midnight bell?" ”

Wu Jing said with an unfathomable expression, "Didn't you hear?" The sound of a large number of people walking, I quietly looked at the crack in the glass, and they all went out one direction to meet......"

"Don't talk nonsense, get to the point!"

"Is it so hard for me to pretend to be a force on the side of death? You have to slap me in the face in public! ”

Wu Jing rolled her eyes, then glared at the man fiercely.

Then he cocked Erlang's legs like an uncle, held a fork with a steamed bun in his hand, and took a bite of the steamed bun, and then said slowly.

"It's not a big deal for us, but it seems like it's very important to them. I searched on Du Niang, combined with the field trip in the past two days, these men, women and children may have gone to a hall to discuss the matter of the Nuwa sacrifice ten days ago, didn't the director of the B&B say that a large number of B&Bs caught fire inexplicably in the middle of the sacrificial celebration, just because of this, they had to stop halfway and rushed over to extinguish the fire.

"According to legend, the ninth day of the seventh month is the day when this town has been handed down thousands of years ago to worship the god Nuwa, who has protected their town since ancient times. Sheltering the people in the town, it is difficult for the yin ghosts to get up. Without the blessing of the god Nuwa, they would be sucked up by ghosts, sucked up the essence and blood, and then eaten one bite at a time, eaten alive, and his......sed."

Wu Jing's voice became lower and lower, like telling a ghost story, and the people who told it were panicked.

The sun had not yet risen, and although the lights were on, they could still feel the darkness outside, as if there was a terrifying ghost standing behind them, looking at them gloomily.

A sudden gust of wind blew outside the window, making people feel cold.

A boy at the next table shook violently, his teeth chattering a little, "Damn, don't talk about that kind of fake thing, I'm always afraid of that thing!" Ever since I was a child, my dad used to scare me with these mystical things, and whenever I didn't do my homework, he would scare me with these stories......"

The boy is more than 1.8 meters tall, his eyes are fluttering and his tone is scared, like a girl.

made a group of people laugh, and the original eerie and terrifying atmosphere was broken.

Someone stood up and eagerly asked, "Is it true or false?" Could it be just a legend with no historical significance, I think this town is like a feng shui holy place, not like a place with unlucky things on the shady side like demons and monsters......"

"They used to prepare for the sacrifice before dawn on the ninth day of the seventh month, and it ended at 10 p.m. on the second day. And this year's sloppy ending really made them unhappy. ”

Hua Yin, who was sitting on the side, took a sip of water with a light expression and moistened his thin red lips, and attracted the attention of the people present when he opened his mouth.

Someone couldn't help but urge, "So what, so what? ”